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CHAPTER 15 (Such was the history of my beloved cottagers. It impressed me…
CHAPTER 15
Such was the history of my beloved cottagers. It impressed me deeply. I learned from the views of social life which it developed, to admire their virtues and to deprecate the vices of mankind.
One night during my accustomed visit to the neighbouring and found on the ground a leathern portmanteau containing severalarticles.
Fortunately the books were written in the language, the elements of which I had acquired at the cottage.
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Soon after my arrival in the hovel I discovered some papers in the pocket of the dress which i had taken from youy laboratory.
At first I had neglected them, but now that I was able to decipher the characters in which they were written.
God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance.
This were the reflections of my hours of despondency and solitude; but when I comtemplated the virtues of the cottagers, I persuaded myself with my admiration.
Felix and Agatha spent more time in their labours by servants. They did no appear rich, but they were contented and happy.
I was alone, I remembered Adam'ss supplication to his creator, but where was the mine?
The winter advanced, and an entire revolution of the seasons had taken placesince I awoke into life.
My voice, although harsh, had nothing terrible in it; I thought, therefore, that if in the absence of his children I could gain the good will and mediation of the old De Lacey.
Safie, Agatha, and Felix departed a long country walk, and the old man, at his own desire, was left alone in the cottage.
My heart beat quick; this was the hour and moment of trial. I knocked and entered and De Lacey said me "I will try in what mamner I can to relieve your wants.
I sat down, and silence ensuced. I knew that every minute precious to me.
These amiable people to whom I go havenever seen me and know little of me. To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men.
The old man paused and then contiuned, "If you will unreservedly confide to me the particulars of your tale.
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I thought, was the moment of decision, which was to rob me of or bestow happines on me forever.
At that instant the cottage door was opened, and Felix, Safie, and Agatha entered. Felix darted forward, and with supernatural force tore me front me from his father.